Fortune's Legacy by Maureen Child Page B

firewood. Why don’t you look around, see if you can find a phone that works or something?”
    â€œOkay.” She rose slowly, stiffly, gathering the edges of her blanket around her like a shield.
    But it was no use. He’d already seen what she was hiding. The images were burned into his brain. Turning from those thoughts, he walked away from her while he still could.
    The hiss and crackle of the flames was a soft counterpoint to the storm raging outside. He walked through the small kitchen, ignoring the cold that reached for him. Cold was better. Cold would help him restrain the impulses raging within.
    Snow clouded the glass panes on the top half of the kitchen door. Bracing himself, he opened the door far enough to be able to see onto the back porch. As he’d hoped, there was enough stacked firewood to keep them warm for days if need be.
    But God, he thought, as he clenched his teeth against the stinging snow that slapped at him. How was he supposed to keep his hands off Kyra when all he wanted was to bury himself inside her?
    He welcomed the frigid air and the swirling snow he’d tried to escape just an hour ago. Right now the fires blazing inside him were more dangerous than the cold.
    He wanted her.
    More than he could remember ever wanting anything before.
    Garrett shut the door and leaned his forehead against the icy glass. It didn’t help. The kind of fires burning inside him wouldn’t be quenched by snow or ice.
    This kind of flame would consume him.
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    Kyra wore her blanket like a toga, with one end tossed across her shoulder. She’d found some clothes in the tiny bedroom off the main room, but she just couldn’t bring herself to raid her benefactors’ closet as well as their kitchen. So she’d make do until her clothes were dry enough to wear again.
    It was clearly too late to worry about modesty, anyway. Garrett Wolff had already seen her in her underwear. She cringed just thinking about it, and tried to tell herself that at least she’d been wearing her new bra and panties.
    Oh yeah. That was the good side.
    How would she ever face him again at work? How would she be able to sit across from him in a meeting, and not remember that he’d given her one of the best foot rubs she’d ever had?
    Oh, this just got more and more confusing all the time.
    Dragging her mind away from the thoughts that were making her nuts, she focused instead on the lack of clothing and what she could do about it. For the moment, nothing.
    But she had a suitcase filled with clothes back in the car they’d had to abandon. The storm couldn’t last forever, she assured herself as she glanced out the kitchen window to the wall of white beyond the glass. Sooner or later it would stop and they could go back to the vehicle and retrieve the rest of their things. For now she’d use the blanket and be grateful.
    Glancing down at the pot of soup bubbling on the propane stove, she gave thanks that they’d been able to get the darn thing lit. She’d camped a few times as a kid, but she’d never really gotten the hang of cooking over an open fire.
    â€œSmells good.”
    She jumped, startled, and looked up at Garrett as he came into the candlelit kitchen. “You scared me.”
    One eyebrow lifted. “Forget I was here?”
    Not likely, she thought. All she’d been thinking aboutfor the last thirty minutes was how good his hands had felt on her skin. She kept imagining how those hands would feel on the rest of her, sliding up her body, tweaking, stroking, rubbing.
    She cleared her throat and blanked her mind—at least temporarily.
    â€œThe pantry’s pretty well stocked,” she said, ladling the soup into two earthenware bowls she’d found in a cupboard. “There’s enough food here to last us a month.”
    â€œHopefully, we won’t be here that long.”
    â€œI hear that,” she murmured, picking up the bowls and